A Memory Of The FutureThere was a place two could not go.
There was a gulf I couldn't come over.
A broken past would have the present so:
I stood in England, you across the Strait of Dover.
The past is contagious; the future is chance.
And of our memory, the kindest compliment I can pay
Is that I never left home; never saw France,
But remember holding you on the coast of Calias.